The Irish standard., 1887-10-08

then we might be able 10 convince hin
that you would be just as we'll off as i
your fortune went 10 somebody's siste:
in the usual way. But there's no us'
in thinking Of that now
Kate pressed his hand. She leaned
her head back against the high arm
chair, and closed her eyes. Her bosom
heaved almost imperceptibly, and there
was sad smile on her lips. 'Twa
only dream, though and she knew it
Il wish, Kate, you would come tx
Dublin. [ don't expect to be KEEP
more than week.
4 couldn't think Of being absent now
Brian
We'll, you are right are always
right But WON'T Fanny be disap
pointed?'
Don't you like Fanny, Brlan?'
You must do your best to get leave
for her to come down. I'll speak tt
Father Paul to assist you I suppose
it will not be easy for you to succeed
though, as I suspect her marriage with
Mr.. M. is decided on
Brian felt queer sensation about his
heart On hearing this.
DO you think she cares FOR him?' he
asked in tone OF affected carlessness
Il won't tell you anything atalI about
, , 4 Il
self
'-How did it happen that you and she
became such fyiends?'
well suppose because I liked her
better than any one | ever met. We
became friends almost the first day she
came TO the convent. I suppose her
uncle being Cur parish priest, aud her
aunt having known mamma, had some
thing to do with it. But no one could
know little Faony O,G,rinan without
loving her. Don'tyo think SO, Brian?'
'Wel, do think SO. said Brian. She
is a most lo0able little creature
Kate's eyes sparkled with pleasure at
hearing Djm say SO. She really believed
that Fanny loved him, even before she
ever saw him, for which piece Of fool
ishness Kate was responsible; for when
they were at school together, Kate ney-
er tired Of talking about her brother.
and Fanny never tired of listening to
her. 1t Was the dearest wish OF her
heart(excapt che perhaps, but that was
only a draam)that Brian should love
the little maiden who loved hlm.
Brian and Kate were silent for some
time, when their father came in, brush
ing the snow from his coat.
We'll have a heavy fall of snow.' he
DO you think they put in
your Ia mbs?'
Oh, yes replied Brian. 'ssnce l got
Mick Dunphy everything is sure to be
Ill right.
Tim Croak is in the kitchen, and
wants to speak to you. Maybe tits a
from Grinde5n.'
We'll. Tim said Brian, on reaching
she kitchen.
Tim Croak, who was accompanied by
me OF Mr.. Giindem's groons, called
him aside: The master that's afther
'idin' off somewhere, blazin' drunk
'aid Tim, an from sonaet.jn' they hard
lin sayin' I thought we'd find him over
u this direct1on.'
lie wasn't here, replied Brian.
Where tue devil must he be afther
acin, to? Dick Fahy saw him passin'
lis door about half an hour ago.
Brian whispered d WORD in Tim
Croak's ear,
'l}egob ayep Tim exclaimed, and
lighting the candle in his lantern, and
up his long waffle, he beck
'ned TO the groom, and started for the
nonntain foot in sling trot.
There was :: deep frown upon Brian
'ulyell's face, and he had some thought
+ following them. But after reflect
ng fer moment, he changed his mind
nd returned to the parlor.
Kate said he, 'I'll tell you to-mor~
ow whether TIL ask Captain Dawson
} dine with us. And, by the way, /
bought his manner rather odd for some s
NE back; but I see the reason now.
[o kne " his uncle was determined to
ave us in his clutches. Dawson Was :
ways a good. natured fellow r
Brian never suspected the real ca use +
the change in Captain Dawson's /
amer towards him.
Tim Croak found his master stupidity k
:unk at Sally Cayanagh's door. S
Make a load of him. said Tim, to I
70 groom. They lifted Mr.. Grindem
his saddle. The well-trained cob 1
I'd remained quietly in the snow. A p
'lossal figure approached them from
e shed in the yard, and the groom T
arted as a voice broke upon the t.
illness as if it issued from T
cavern Of the mountain. The words, o
)weyer, were commonplace en- ugh. 81
hey were simply: ID II well for Il
M